Shinning brown eyes, dark brown hair, and clothes too big were the only things Ezra brought to the table.
Well, along with the flesh piercing claws and fangs.
Life hasn't treated her the best in any way, so when she and her widow father move to Bea...
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I watched as Derek slowly sat up off the floor, panting heavily from the exhaustion taking over his body.
"That... was... awesome! Yes!" Stiles shouted as I stood between him and Scott. I looked at him with a raised brow, letting out a soft chuckle at his celebratory cheer.
"Are you okay?" Scott voiced up, ignoring his best friend's comment to ask Derek about his current state.
"Well except for the agonizing pain." Derek spat back, slowly standing up on two feet off of the grey cement floor of the animal clinic.
"I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health," I spoke up, Stiles letting out a small chuckle next to me. Derek looked up and stared daggers into my soul, which caused me to only glare back.
I rolled my eyes and let out a deep sigh, moving across the room to pick up the forgotten saw, glimpsing at Derek and watching him peel off the blue armband from his now healed arm.
"Okay, we saved your life. Which means you're gonna leave us alone. You got that? And if you don't I'm gonna go back to Allison's dad, and I'm gonna tell him everything-" Scott began to rant, causing me to stop all motor functions and look at him with a glare.
"You're gonna trust them? You think they can help you?" Derek asked, voicing my same questions.
"Well, why not? They're a lot freaking nicer than you are!" Scott said raising his voice. I scoffed at his statement, picking up the saw off the floor and slamming it back into the drawer it came from, all eyes turning to look at me because of the loud sound.
"Yeah, see how nice they are when Chris Argent holds a loaded pistol to our heads and pulls the trigger without a sense of lost morality," I said with a dark look to Scott, folding my arms across my chest and leaning against the cold operation table in the middle of the room, standing so close to Derek I could feel the body heat radiating off him and seeping into my skin, warming me up.
Serious situations were upon us again, but my eyes couldn't help but wonder the trails of his bare skin for a second time. I took careful time to examine all the dimples and crevices his muscles made in his torso, not missing the black happy trail protruding from his blue jeans.
I gulped before looking away, making eye contact with Stiles. He raised an eyebrow at me, obviously knowing of me checking Derek out. I just rolled my eyes before going back to glaring at Scott who also stood in front of me, shoulder to shoulder with the teenage boy with the buzz cut.
"She's not wrong. Why don't I show you just how nice they are, hmm?" Derek said, eyes glued to Scott.
"What do you mean?" Scott said, tilting his head like some confused puppy. Ironic.
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I sat curled up in the small backseat of Derek's black Camaro, really wishing I was back in Stiles' spacious Jeep. The trip to Beacons Crossing Home wasn't a long one, just silent and uncomfortable. Derek hasn't spoken a word since we left the clinic, and neither has Scott.
